Elaiza

Is it right? Is it right? Is it right? Is it right? He's got a pen in his hand A piece of paper staring back He could run like a man Another life, back on track Maybe a drama or a poem But still he...

A table in a busy room Changes often young and soon Without a sound You were on the ground Nanana, nana, nana, nana I dance Nanana, nana, nana, nana I stop Nanana, nana, nana, nana I stand Nanana,...